pookabox | i like your messy hair, i like the clothes you wear

i like your messy hair, i like the clothes you wear

[ A week passes with two spirits and one human as residents of the enormous Workshop, dining with North whenever he appears out of his office but generally doing their own thing in the meantime. Jack flies off now and again to spread snow and wintry cheer, tactfully letting Dave and Hiccup some time to get to know each other now that both of them are rubbing along better than could have been hoped. He hasn't seen much of either of them separately, so Hiccup wandering the Workshop corridors far below Jack (where he sits atop the Globe playing with a puzzlebox) in the new clothes the winter spirit procured for him from a high street store a couple of days ago, is definitely a head-turner.

Oh no, he's hot. Hotter.

Hiccup looks not entirely unlike the way he does in his flight-suit, only ... casual, cut and shaped into modern-day clothing in a way that has Jack staring (fitted brown leather jacket, bottle-green leather pants with laces up the sides so they can be adjusted to those skinny legs), puzzlebox dropped forgotten atop the North Pole as he sweeps down to land in front of him. He drapes his staff over a shoulder as he hops onto the carpet, a hand stuffing inside his hoodie pocket as he ducks his head with a greeting smile. ]

So where've you been all morning, lazybones? It's almost noon.

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[It's a pity that cold doesn't really affect him anymore, but he shiver for the spite of it when he feels Jack's staff trail down his stomach. Any other time, he would've taken the obvious invitation and had sex with his husband right then and there, but this wasn't their cave. Hiccup leans in for the kiss that he thinks is coming before the cold isn't in front of him anymore, staring after Jack with a frown and a pout.]

You're older thanme. If anyone's ancient, you are.

[Great comeback, Haddock.]

I'm only three-hundred years older than you, give or take.

[ Jack keeps out of reach as they wander to the kitchen, walking along the thin wiring of fairy-lights overhead and choosing to tiptoe along the edges of work-desks. ]

Which was really more like a test run.

That's still a couple of hundred more.

[Hiccup pouts when he realizes he can't follow him up there, not nearly nimble enough to perform that kind of feat.]

No matter how you look at it, we're both old.

Yeah, but you have the soul of a grumpy old scientist, you were just born in the wrong Age.

[ Hopping down to pace beside him once they have to get in one of the elf-operated lifts, Jack slouches against the side of it to survey Hiccup~~'s ass~~. ]

Are you gonna get a computer or read the books in the library?

[He's a little too aware of the surveying his ass is getting, turning his head to look at his husband before he shrugs, dropping the argument.]

I think I'll stick to books for now. Learning I woke up a thousand years into the future is enough of a puzzle to work out rather than tacking learning to use a computer onto it. Dave said he'd teach me if I did though.

[ He notices the noticing (oops) and makes a concentrated effort to be a Normal Person Unaffected By A Leather-Clad Husband. ]

We should have a film day, get you up to speed on the Star Wars story before he implodes out of frustration that you haven't seen it.

{It's okay, he likes the attention. Plus Jack hasn't seen him alive in a thousand years, he can tolerate a little staring for his sake. Hiccup reaches out to take his husband's hand, lacing their fingers with a raised eyebrow.]

Star what?

Star Wars, it's ... never mind, you'll see. It's not that great, just don't tell Dave I said so.

[ Holding Hiccup's hand for the duration of the ride down into the Workshop's belly, Jack leads the way out of the cart once they arrive on the right level and draws him into the huge old kitchen. Elves scurry around jingling madly, baking and roasting all kinds of Christmassy foods, but Jack's interest lies in loosing his hold on Hiccup and flying up to grab a jar of chocolate cookies of a tall cupboard. He drops down on the bench of the main wooden table and roots around for his favorite kind, munching away.

Someone still doesn't do lunch properly. ]

Uh, that's not exactly lunch, Jack.

[Hiccup watches his husband with an amused smile, shaking his head before he gets an idea. Leaning over to the nearest elf, he leans down, murmuring something and receiving a nod before the little fellow dashes off. Hiccup leans against one of the chairs, crossing his arms over it and watching Jack with a raised eyebrow.]

[ Watching as Hiccup apparently commissions an elf to get him some food (what else could he be saying?), Jack shrugs where he sits on the edge of the table. Defiantly, he munches through half a cookie and talks with his mouth full. ]

I don't stuff my face at the first chance, unlike some people.

I don't "stuff my face". I'm a growing dragon, thank you very much.

[Going to lean in there and lick some crumbs off the corner of your mouth, hubby. The elf returns with Hiccup's request, wrapped up in a cloth which he grins under and presents to the dragon prince. Hiccup leans down to rake it with a thank you, watching the little guy run off before he turns back to his husband, leaning in and toying with one of the tassels of his hoodie.]

C'mon. Let's go outside.

A big fat dragon, if you're not careful.

[ He leans into the lick and grins, resisting the urge to peck for more. Assuming the elf has brought Hiccup a salmon or something else fishy, Jack grabs a handful of cookies and nods along, allowing one of the drawstrings on his hoodie to tug him in. ]

Lunch picnic? That's so romantic, I might swoon. [ He can't help it, staring at Hiccup in those leathers, so close; Jack licks a line across a rough jaw, nipping the hinge with a nuzzle. A gruff noise leaves him, partly frustrated and partly simmering with arousal in the way he lingers, but he slides off the furniture all the same to slide to his feet. ] Just outside, nowhere specific? There's a lot of snow out there, y'know.

You're treading dangerous waters, mister.

[There's a few other things under the cloth aside from fish. Some berries and meats and bread. Hiccup gives a small hum as a tongue slides along his jaw, leaning his head back to give Jack a little more access. He's controlling himself so as not to throw his mate down and fuck him on North's kitchen table, but damn is it hard, especially when he can practically feel the arousal radiating from Jack.

He lets a low growl escape before collecting himself, twining the drawstring around his fingers and giving a light tug.]

I'm not afraid of snow. I was thinking the roof.

I always do.

[ Standing up, he sways into Hiccup's personal space to take advantage of that exposed throat, sucking a dull pink love-bite onto pale skin so that he knows to come back and finish it later. With one hand curled around his staff, it's easy to only use a thumb and forefinger on it and tug him in at either hip. Hiccup is being sweet, and Jack loves the gesture more than the outing itself. If he didn't look like he was dressed to fuck in every possible climate, on any terrain, Jack wouldn't be half as distracted. ]

The roof sounds good, taking a blanket would be useless though. All the tiles will be wet or frozen.

[ His chuckles turn to yearning hums as he trails his lips up again, kissing a cheek and staying there to murmur, a pointy nose pressing in. Fingers curl in the green leather of Hiccup's waistband, tracing it down to the first laces either side of his hips; just playing, following them in spirals as his voice lowers suggestively. ]

Why don't we go back to your room where there's a fireplace, and see how long you can stay in these clothes without burning up?

I know.

[He lets Jack tug him in, placing the parcel of food onto the table as he places his hands on either side of his husband, taking hold of the table edge as he leans in, licking another lot of cookie crumbs from the corner of Jack's mouth. He has a thousand years of silence to make up for. A thousand years of missed outings and dates, birthdays and just revering his mate. He knows he probably can't make up for the pain Jack went through, but he can try. The crease of the leather across his crotch easily shows the makings of a hard on, even as he listens to Jack's words.]

It wouldn't take much of my heat to warm them up.

[Not to mention he, Toothless and Dave were starting to test if he could breath fire or not, being part dragon and all. The wet or frozen tiles and snow would be good to test that theory. Hiccup's eyes flutter to half mast, liquid hot pools of melted green as he feels those fingers curl into his waistband, a soft purr rumbling up through his chest at the suggestive tone.]

I think you mean 'how long can I stay in these clothes period'. You're making it hard to, husband of mine.

[His tongue flicks out to lick his lips, his own tone suggestive at the word before he presses a kiss under Jack's jaw and leans up and away, picking the cloth up and tucking it under his arm. He seems to think before he grins playfully, ducking and wrapping his free arm around Jack's waist in order to stand back up at full height, husband tossed over his shoulder.]

Comfy?

[Hiccup pats his husband's ass before he winks at the silently laughing elves who stopped work long enough to watch the show. Without much ceremony, he sweeps them out of the kitchens, beginning to head back to his room, but not before swiping a bottle of mullberry wine from the wine cabinet.]

[ Parting his lips to let Hiccup seek out the few remaining crumbs, Jack's lowered gaze falls on the prominent line of a rising erection beneath green leather and he leans into that mouth with a sigh as a shiver of want rushes through his veins. His fingers curl on the laces either side of hips, tightening, and he laughs. ]

I'd be worried if I didn't make it very hard, okay.

[ The kiss under his jaw has him wondering if they should make their way somewhere away from elvish eyes, but then Hiccup is throwing him over a shoulder and an ungainly yelp leaves Jack as he snatches to grab his staff. ]

H-Hey! [ The pat on his ass makes him squeak, cheeks rising to a lilac blush. ] Hiccup, put me down! Don't let the yetis see!

[ He has a rep!! ]

Don't worry, they're probably going to think I'm taking out the trash.

[With a grin at the yelp, Hiccup saunters out of the kitchens and navigates his way back through where they came from, weaving his way through crowds of yetis who raise an eyebrow and one or two clap. Yes, they like it when Jack is thrown over someone's shoulder. It usually means the trouble maker is getting thrown out.]

[ Furiously indignant as he hears (and sees, from his potato-sack position) the yeti having a good time at his expense, he swats an especially cold line of frost across Hiccup's ass, chilly enough to be felt even by the dragon prince through leather. ]

You're not getting any after this, y'know!

[The frost is indeed felt, and after a moment Hiccup puts Jack down as they reach the door to his room, setting his husband on his feet. He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to Jack's jaw and murmuring an apology as he peppered kisses down his throat.]

I was only joking around, you know...

[ On his feet, Jack remains stoically still as he watches the kiss to his jaw, shrugging him off and heading inside the room with a huff. ]

Not in front of the yetis.

Okay, okay, fine. Not in front of the yetis.

[Hiccup props the closing door open with his foot and follows in after his huffy husband, frowning and biting his lower lip. Once they're inside, he sets the food parcel and wine down, reaching out gently to touch Jack's back.]

I'm sorry. I thought...never mind.

[He pulls his hand away, still feeling the frost on his ass and starts setting up their little indoor picnic, unveiling a full spread.]

[ The touch on his back comes as he's opening the window to let in the comfort of a cold breeze. Jack wanders over to help with the picnic, eyes down. ]

They never listen to me, Guardian or not. Don't make them laugh at me, too.

[Hiccup pauses in his setting up, taking hold of one of Jack's arms from where he's squatting to do it.]

Jack, you know I'd never intentionally do that. I didn't know. I just...wanted to carry you to my room like I used to...

[Like I used to carry you to our den. It goes unsaid but it hangs in the air as Hiccup stands, reaching with his free hand to cup and caress Jack's cheek.]

This isn't like it was before, we don't have our own home.

[ It's been playing on his mind recently, what with all three of them crashing at North's (and the old spirit doesn't mind at all, but Jack isn't used to this). He turns his face out of the touch, crouching down to start spreading out the food without another word. ]

[They didn't have their own home, and Hiccup wasn't going back to the den, not when he remembers it full of cheer and lust, the musty smell of sex permeating the cave. North didn't mind their staying here, but something would have to be done about it sooner or later. Hiccup drops his hand and then his body when his touch is ignored, tugging at the corners of the picnic blanket and setting out some of the food. The fire is already going, but he gets up to wander over, placing some more kindle wood into it.]

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